Prologe
"Who'll take care of Sherel? You sure wont. For you is always god d a m n drunk." Momma said, i was sitting in the dining room. I was eating and Momma and Papa was fighting. Again. Everytime they fight i want to cry. But i don't. Why? Cause Momma and Papa is always in the room i am in when they fight. Plus Momma always told me to be a big girl not a wimp. Papa doesn't care. He says it is natural to cry. Cause it is. "Drunk?! Really drunk. I ain't the only problem. YOUR the main problem. You be WRITING on walls. And I have to clean up your mess but painting over the walls. You take my work pants just to do what? WEAR THEM! Your not a normal lady. And that what i hate about you." Papa said getting more angry with every second that passed.